The manual for public appearance recommended to stand up, take a deep breath and concentrate on one's toes to get rid of stress before speaking. Sequoia did so, but it hardly helped. She was obviously nervous - and she was nervous because of Jack sitting there, and the other way she was nervous because of Sanders and the others around, expecting her to be a spokesman while she had a clear desire to hide under the table.
"Mister Sanders, mister Henderson...", she nodded, trying to remember the name of Republic's representative on this meeting, Jack whispered to her a minute ago, "and miss Branwen, good day. Right, meeting in such a secured place was my request and I'm glad that we managed to do it. And I'll answer all the questions you will have since you may have a lot of them, but there is something to say from the very beginning - what is Nature's Last Hope - we're not the bloody terrorists someone may be so used to. We're the organisation with large public support, having our fight for the better future for all the people in Bretonia, yes, with out radical means, but still.
You are also right, mister Sanders, we have our common enemy - Bretonia Mining and Minerals, former Bretonian Mining and Manufacturing corporation." Sequoia took another deep breath. She recapitulated it in Green Hell one on one with Druce many times, but when it came to explaining what things here, face to face with those people, she stammered out. "So, mister Sanders, I remember that you wanted to hear about Dublin, right?"
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